There are many reasons why I love Kurt Vonnegut. For instance, he wrote one of my favorite books of all time, “Cat’s Cradle”, in which he may have invented a religion which I could conceive of following, Bokonism. However, most of all I love him because he is able to look at the human race truly subjectively, direct and non-judgmental.

The below passage is from “Breakfast of Champions” (written in 1973) and typifies why I love him so:
“And two young black prostitutes materialized from nowhere. They asked Trout and the manager if they would like to have some fun. They were cheerful and unafraid – because of a tube of Norwegian hemorrhoid remedy which they had eaten about half and hour before. The manufacturer had never intended the stuff to be eaten. People were supposed to squirt it up their assholes.
They were country girls. They had grown up in the rural south of the nation, where their ancestors had been used as agricultural machinery. The white farmers down there weren’t using machines made out of meat anymore, though, because machines made out of metal were cheaper and more reliable, and required simpler homes.”